Amy's POV
As I got out of my room, the first thing I knew is that a sock was coming my way. I ducked at the right time as the sock went over my head.
“What the hell are you doing,Brie?"
“Have you seen my blue shirt?"
“Which one? You have like a thousand of the same color."
“No, liar. I just have three blue shirts. Anyone of them would work now."
“That's what you call searching a shirt? You trashed the whole house. Move. I'll find it for you."
“Thank you. What would I have done without you?"
“Collecting trash is an option. Here you're shirt was in the left drawer."
“Ah, I don't feel like wearing it anymore. I'll just wear the red one."
“Are you kidding me!!!!!"
That was my friends one day of living with my best friend Brian is like. He's insufferable most of the time but he's my rock. So, it's not like I can kick him out and he paid half of the mortgage of the apartment anyway.
“Hey, Brie. I have a job tonight." I could feel his body halting beside me. Probably to reprimand me.
“That's the the third one this week. Are you being safe? You know you don't have to do it." The pleading in his voice clear.
“If I don't do it, no one else will. I have to do it so that anyone doesn't turn out like me." More like if I don't do it I will go crazy.
“I don't like it. Every night you go out the only thing that goes on my mind is if you'll make it or will I get a call about your dead body."
“They made me into a monster. I barely got out alive. I have to make sure people like them won't be able to do it to others."
“Will you ever stop?" He asked with hope shimmering in his eyes.
“When I stop breathing, maybe."
“I'm tired, Amy. I'm tired of thinking I'm going to lose you." As he knew in that moment he can't do anything to stop me.
“I need your help tonight. I'm going to a bar tonight. I need to wear a backless dress for the occasion. You know what you have to do. Please!"
“Ok. Now get ready for work. You're going to have to go to the coffee shop for your day job."
“I love you."
As I walk to get to the coffee shop two blocks away from my house I think about what Brian said. The day killed the girl I loved in front of me that's when I started to lose my feelings. I went into the shop taking my normal place behind the counter lost in my work.
The day flew by. As the clock struck 7 I left the shop. I went into my house. Sometimes it feels a little bit lonely when Brie isn't here especially in weekends when he's out and about with his taste of the week and I stay in the house.
I got into the shower thinking about all this. Coming out of shower I saw Brie sitting in the couch.
“You finished?" He asked me.
“Yeah, work your magic" I said to him dropping the towel enough for him to put makeup on all my scars covering my body. He's the only one I can show my scars so he's always the one covering them up. Even now he flinch at the sight of them. For me, they are the reminder of why I do what I do.
“I think I look like that guy whose dick get cut off in Game of Thrones, don't I?" I said jokingly
“It's not funny" He said his voice breaking.
“For me, it is. This is the reason I keep fighting. So everyone can wear any kind of dress without covering their whole body with makeup. Among other reasons."
“Should I touch up your face too?" He asked
“No. I'll manage. I love you" A reassurance from me. This is my way of saying I'll see him in the morning.
After finishing my makeup and putting the dress I looked in the mirror. The girl staring back at me was stunning outside but her eyes looked like an endless void. Just how I was feeling inside now and most of the time.
“It's time to get down to work."
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The Numbness Within
ActionAmelia Jackson aka Amy has gone through every kind of torture anyone can think of. Being abandoned at her abusive and alcoholic father's doorstep when she was only 3 days old was just the beginning of her suffering. Growing up she knew only one thin...
